If you are going to love me, love me now

If you are going to love me, love me now


Virginia Elizabeth Jordan Henry

My mother was a wonderful woman. She would have been ninety-four today, but she passed away in April of this year. She lived with us for the last ten years of her life, and there are not many days that I don’t miss her.

In going through her belongings shortly after her death, I found a box of poems she had saved over the years. The following is one that touched my heart, and I thought it important enough to share. Don’t wait until it’s too late to let them know how much you love them. There aren’t any do-overs after they’re gone.

If you are ever going to love me, love me now,
while I can know the sweet and tender feelings
which from true affection flow.
Do not wait until I’m gone and
then have it chiseled in marble,
sweet words on ice-cold stone.
If you have tender thoughts of me, please tell me now.
If you wait until I’m sleeping,
never to awaken, there will be death between us,
and I won’t hear you then.
So if you love me, 
even a little bit,
let me know it while I’m living
So I can treasure it.

Virginia Jordan Henry

Comments

  1. Your mother is beautiful and very elegant, the poem is touching and I am sure it touches so many souls as it did mine. It made me cry thinking of my mother who would be the same age as yours now but unfortunately I never had a chance to say or express my love and devotion to her before she passed away in a very tragic death.
    A mother of 14, she worked very hard to put all of us to schools even though with the help from my father, she always always wanted to give us the best by sending most of us to foreign countries to study. The cost is tremendously but she never complaint. She just worked, worked and most days she did even eat lunch or breakfast. Only at dinner time that she had a chance to eat and still her mind is busy about work and business that she never enjoyed a meal. I wished I was older and financially capable to unload the heavy burden on her shoulder. I wished I could tell her and show her my love to her, take her on many trips and tell her not to be overprotective of us, and many more but it was toooo late.
    Your mother’s poem reveals the real wish of all mothers and thank you for sharing.
    Lang

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